On my walk to the hospital I pass a dead bouquet of flowers strapped to a railing
I walk down
the stairs of the
double decker, stopped
by a body in front of mine.
The bus stops, the doors open, the bodies move forward.
“Thank you very much, have a nice day,” says the body to the other body behind the glass screen.
“Thanks,” I say,
my legs carrying my body off the bus.
The first time I saw my favourite
film I was at the cinema with
friends that I don’t talk to any more.
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